"He’s at the window, he’s always looking down, As we are beaten! How can this fucking town, not know what’s happening, to all their little girls. They’ve got the Pirate. They’re cutting off her curls, and she is screaming, they won’t leave her alone, and I am dreaming. Of joys I’ve never known" Emilie autumn
She hear the scream and covers her ears. They all know her pain. She looks up with tear-filled eyes and glares at the window. He smirks at her boldness and opens the door.
"This right here ladies and gentlemen is Samantha Lloyd. Age sixteen. I wouldnt get to close. They're rabid" He says. She curls into a ball and does her best to ignore them. They still wont leave her alone. Poking and prodding her. She growls slightly and they move away, looking at her in fear. "Easy ladies and gentlemen, This savage wont hurt you if she knows whats good for her" The man says, holding a red-hot branding iron.
She scrambled away as he lunged, but not before it grazed her are. Her scream was joined by the girl in the chair. The people looked shocked, but stood there and didnt do anything. He kicked her once and then walked away leading the people to another room, with another girl, who will be and has been beaten and battered, but not broken.
I stand and walk carefully to the window in the door. Pressing my face to the glass, I can see nothing but and endless light gray hallway. God, I hated that color. It was everywhere. The clothes, The walls, The floors and the sheets. I walked to lay on my bed. I knew I'd be here until the gaurd comes. So I just sat there. Waiting, thinking, drifiting...
